But it was only six-thirty. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. The boy she had loved was gone. But the general was turning on him, the hint of emotion wiped from his lined features. He flung open the door and cast a quick glance round. She flailed against the doctor’s grip but after what seemed an eternity of kicking and flailing, amazingly, he had not seemed weakened in the slightest by her resistance. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified.
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